Nog

The final weeks of autumn have always been an extra special time of the year for me. It's a time for fresh perspectives and dedications, a time for reconnecting with family and old friends, a time for ugly sweaters, and a time for consuming obscene amounts of my wife's egg nog. The tradition of egg nog is relatively new to me as this is only my second year partaking. Early in October it is not uncommon to find that Lindsey has been running errands and making preparations of the most secret sort. Then, the week before the holidays, she triumphantly unveils the product of her mysterious toils. Lindsey brews this magical little concoction annually, like her mother before her and her mother's mother before that and so on and so forth. It makes for the ultimate holiday digestif, and it's a surefire cure for those prone to the emotional and spiritual slumps often associated with the winter months. The good news for you is that if you know me and you read the blog, you just might get a taste. There's a lot to go around this year.